[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [hr][hr][/center] At last, the Brazilian Fighting Cup. Calvin sighed and held his arms behind his head as he walked towards the entrance, paying the Samba Dancers no attention. He survived last night despite the dozens of police that swarmed his ice barrier, by rolling himself into a Ball of Ice and rolling downtown. Once he was out of view, he looked for a place to crash until morning. Where other Nomads might have had dozens of secret bunkers or resided in safe districts, Calvin went the last place anybody would expect; A small pub. The owner was kind enough to let him stay until morning. That, or he was thankful that Calvin threw out a couple of thugs who tried to rob the place. As soon as he walked inside, he already saw two people at the front desk. One was a tall dark-skinned woman, the other was an oddly dressed Indian Man. The man wrapped his hands around her, and whispered something into his ear. In instant retaliation, she whipped around and socked him right in the chest with fists of actual [i]Fire[/i]. Calvin instinctively dodged as the man was flown back. By the time he stood back up, the woman rushed and delivered four rapid punches caked with stone against him, shouting "Rock Breaker!". She then punched the man into the air with an uppercut, the man's head cracking a hole into the ceiling. She then hit him with another fire punch, sending him straight out the door. One of the ladies at the front desk scolded her in distress, "M-ma'am! Contestants are not allowed to fight outside the ring!" "Oh? Did he sign up?" "N-No." "Then he wasn't a contestant then.", The woman finished as she walked through the doorway to the Arena. Calvin walked up to the Registrar while she was still looking at the fiery woman. Calvin startled her, saying [color=LightSkyBlue]"Excuse me? Is this where we sign up?"[/color] "Yes." The woman replied, appearing somewhat relieved, "Name?" "Calvin Redug." "Cahl. Ven. Reedug." The Registrar spelled out. "Alright, go on through that door." The Registrar pointed a manicured finger. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Thank you. Sorry for startling you."[/color] Calvin acted cool, but deep down he was concerned. He could potentially face a woman who could control fire. That'd make a majority of his Special Attacks useless, meaning he'd have to rely on his regular attacks. Calvin never really considered that there could be potentially dozens of contestants who learned more advanced martial arts than him. For the first time in a long time, Calvin felt nervous. [hr][hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuSWtwbGNtVnRlU0JJWVd4MmFYUWkuMA,,/lazenby-computer.liquid.png[/img][/center] A white van sped through the streets of Rio, marked with a purple diamond on the side, with a vertical crescent facing upward, obviously meant to signify a Horizon. Beneath it, the words HORIZON FRONTIER was written in all caps. The van reached the Brazilian Fighting Cup. But rather than stopping at the front like several other Nomads, who walked down a long velvet carpet, glorified by dozens of onlookers, it went around the corner, where several crates and trucks were unloading materials. Once it positioned itself, the backdoors of the van swung wide open. Inside, several doctors crowded what appeared to be a man wearing a suit of armor, performing the finishing touches on him before he would show the whole world the power of the Horizon Frontier Power Suits(TM). Atleast that was the cover story. Every one of the doctors knew exactly what SYM-04 was. Once they were done, they cleared a way for him to walk through the double doors that kept him trapped in the dark vehicle. SYM-04 held out a hand to block the initial glare, and then stepped out. The doctors followed SYM-04 inside. After talking straight to the Director, they walked off elsewhere, leaving "Jeremy", as they introduced SYM-04, to himself. [hr] Far off elsewhere, in an abandoned Inn on the border of Rio, an entire team of engineers and technicians sat at different stations, each piece of machinery controlling a different part of SYM-04's casual actions. A man in a business suit sat at a desk in the middle of the room, sipping coffee, amist the busy chaos. "Sir, SYM-04 is in position." One of the technicians sat at the a monitor directly showing SYM-04's current sight. "Alright, send the command ordinate." The Boss said between sips. The technician rattled away several command prompts. [hr] At the Fighting Cup, Jeremy suddenly jolted upwards, and walked several paces forward, catching a few confused glares of passerby. He then turned around a corner, where two security guards stood in front of a metal door to the Arena. The larger of the two stopped SYM. "Sorry uh... Sir? We need proof you're in the tournament to enter through this door." [hr] "Sir, we've reached an obstacle." The technicians became panicked. The Boss stood up, and pointed to a man clutching a Microphone. "John, reassure them that SYM-04 is in the tournament." He then pointed at a man wearing a suit with several white balls attached to it. "You, activate synchronization, and show them The Pass." [hr] Jeremy awkwardly raised his Tournament Pass to the security guards. "H-H-hA-Hurr" he stuttered. [hr] "Damnit John, what's going on?" The Boss dropped his mug. John fiddled with the microphone, before hitting it out of anger and repeating, "Here is my Pass" [hr] "Here is my Pass", Jeremy stated clearly. The two security guards shifted suspicious looks at each other, before opening the door and letting him in. Jeremy walked in a little [i]too[/i] normally. Scanning the large room, it was full of fighters. Some were talking, or sitting down. Some were warming up with bravado techniques. When Jeremy "Scanned" the room, he didn't do it in the sense of looking around. He scanned every fighter in the room for their Ki levels. Some were higher than others, but almost all of them were more than a normal, juicy, fill... Jeremy felt his mouth begin watering, and his tail start softly twitching as he stood. [hr] "What's going on?!" The Boss broke his second mug of coffee on the floor. The janitor sighed. The visual feed of SYM-04 was covered in fog and water. a deep, monstrous breathing eminated through the audio feed. "It's the Ki Scan. There's so much Ki in that room, SYM-04's starting to become hungry", a Technician whiped sweat from his brow. "Damnit, where the hell are the scientists, this is their job!" The Boss pounded his desk. "Sir, they're with the dancers up front..." An embarassed technician tugged his collar. "Tell them to get a hooker if they're so damn frisky, and to get to SYM-04 NOW!" The Boss hit his desk again, this time leaving a very present mark. "In the meantime, have him sit down and enter Dormancy." [hr] Jeremy stopped twitching his tail, and calmly turned to sit down in the nearest chair, with his hands pressed against his lap. He hung his head down, and his blue visor went dark. Far away, the technicians prayed to god that they could keep SYM-04 under control...